Ye Feng watched Fatty Liu's expression and couldn't help secretly laughing. But he didn't plan to say it aloud. Having his master avenge him wasn't what Ye Feng wanted.
Although he had just heard Mo Long say that Ling Zhuer was very familiar with the wild beasts in the mountains, he was only half-convinced and found it hard to accept. But seeing Ling Zhuer now, his doubts had already vanished into the nine heavens.
There was no time to pick an auspicious day. The military situation was urgent, and they simply couldn't afford to wait. After swearing an oath outside North Camp, Li Xian led an army of fifty thousand infantry and cavalry eastward, rushing toward Hangu Pass.
Fortunately, Lü Buwei possessed extraordinary talent. Relying on his own abilities and keen mind, he had won over nearly every leading general in the Qin Kingdom's army, securing his position as Grain Supervisor.
After the Yellow River departed, many of the lights in the manor went out. The brightly lit manor plunged into darkness in an instant.
Duke Borot's side was now in an extremely perilous position. He had Cosette, unconscious; Keigen, the dwarf, whose whereabouts were unknown; Adrian, held in the hands of those vagrants; and, most importantly, Emperor Diliote's sinister intention to let those unruly commoners run wild, hidden beneath the surface.
He pinned her beneath him with a heavy press. The moment he bent over her, he attacked like a wolf. Another frenzied kiss followed.
A rare look of anxiety appeared on Yuan Wei's withered-tree face. It was no wonder. No matter how shrewd he was, today's events concerned a final battle to the death. No one could remain calm while facing every step of it.
There was affection, but more than anything, there had always been a sense of responsibility. He thought, She's my Wedding Ship. She likes me and waits for me. I have to protect and cherish her.
When she pushed open the door, Man Shengsheng was first met by a biting gust of wind. She shivered, then felt a little puzzled.
"You saw it?" Just as Uncle Nine was getting angry, a shout came from the men digging the grave. He left the clueless Ren Fa behind and turned to inspect the excavation site alone.
They said even a camel that had starved to death was still bigger than a horse. Even a withered spring could contain unexpected treasures and all kinds of spirits, though their quality and value were extremely limited.
Xiongba was pondering what "wind and cloud" meant when he suddenly heard the word "wind." In an instant, he understood, a flash of inspiration striking him.
Only after Zhou Xiaolin and Qin Yue had left with the child did the gangsters outside the hall bring in the man in military uniform and lead him to Su Su's side.
Nervous, nervous—she seemed to be sweating. Qing Ye lowered her head and stared at her red boots, rubbing one toe against the other restlessly.
Pang Wei had no intention of stopping. Instead, he quickly caught up. He had fought ninjas too many times and understood them all too well. A broken breastbone would leave an ordinary person unable to move, but for a ninja, it would at most reduce their combat strength a little.
Even Clan Head Ji felt his heart pound when he looked at the two grotesque monsters. He couldn't help feeling a little schadenfreude.
"Stop deceiving yourself. You'll only make yourself suffer more. I already know a lot. If you'll face it and open your heart to talk to me, I can help you escape this misery."
The black-robed cultivator gazed at the lake for a while, looking dissatisfied. It seemed the blood was either too little or too poor in quality.
Tang Chuan was stunned. Miss Dier's bold words had truly left him dumbfounded. In truth, the young master was only trying to get his hands on the Shexiang Net.
This time, when the Snake King Qianmei escaped from the Demon Realm, it had only one goal: to devour more human bodies and make its own physique more perfect. The Ten Thousand Demons Battle and Gu Meng Yaojun's plan had given it this opportunity. All it lacked were the bodies of human cultivators to devour.
In the evening breeze, Jincheng Zhai, built atop a sheer cliff, was faintly visible. Torches moved along the walls; perhaps because of the wind, their light flickered on and off.
Perhaps Wen Liang had influenced him back then. He had always thought that a man who looked decent and had good prospects would have some hidden motive if he willingly gave everything up to love a disabled person—whether for fame or profit. In the end, he would show his true colors.
Damn it, why didn't you say earlier that the man in the duckbill cap was Ma Daqiang? If you had, I wouldn't have foolishly bet Dong Dong against him. Now you're making a big show of announcing it—aren't you just setting me up?
What pleased Wang Chen most was that one section was devoted entirely to the Huanling Zhiyi. It described in detail the various spirit beasts it could summon and the corresponding incantations, how to communicate with and control them once summoned, and the taboos to observe.
"Sir..." The young master suddenly felt his voice catch. He could hardly imagine it. Aside from when his mother and Tang San had passed away, he had never felt such sincere grief.
But after only two steps, Liu Mei's face revealed the pain she could no longer bear. She drew in a sharp breath.
"Striptease"—as the name suggested, for the customers, it was a stage where they could cast off the false coverings and bare human nature. That was why the dance was the bar's main attraction. In truth, many customers came specifically for this "human art."